Same forehead

Different eyes, gently the one, stinging the other

same deepness

same bitterness

both made some women immortal

but their names are not worth to be mentioned.

One died under a train , the other one cried out another night in Weimar

Both were mountains

Where they moved,

Ordinary people need oxygen

                                                                                                              Gyula Takacs  (aus Titanensammlung)